So Moved, St. John’s: 8 March 2021
If you are a fan of poetry, affordable housing initiatives, and/or municipal capital allocations, then you are absolutely in for a treat.
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So Moved, St. John’s: 25 January 2020
St. John’s City Council met for approximately 17 minutes this week—so we drilled down into some of the regulatory issues around heritage designation. Whee!
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So Moved, St. John’s: 18 January 2021
This week’s meeting was startlingly fast and painless, so we’ll switch gears to unpacking the new Citizen Satisfaction Survey 2020 results.
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An Empty Lot on Eric Street Holds the Key to the City
A clash between affordable housing advocates, community gardeners, & neighbours neatly illustrates the promises and perils of urban planning in St. John’s.
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So Moved, St. John’s: 30 November 2020
Come for the roundup of Monday’s city council meeting; stay for the delightful interview with Gord Follett Jr., the “fastest man who never ran.”
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Notes From the Rafters: 14 September 2020
How is the democratic process supposed to work? If we’re cavalier about limiting offline public engagement, we risk de-prioritizing full and fair democracy.
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Notes From the Rafters: Pandora’s Big Yellow Box
Get your most outraged social media warrior face on: you have TWO WEEKS to ALL CAPS your way into Council inboxes to explain why you are pro or con the BYB.
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Notes from the Rafters: 13 April 2020
They have added video. Each councillor now comes to the meeting framed by a hastily curated slice of their natural environment.
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Notes From the Rafters: ReduxPlagueTimes (RPT)
Let’s mentally splatter-paint our way through some kind of understanding of what is happening in our city’s bi-weekly teleconferences and see how we do!
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Walking St. John’s After the Blizzard of the Century
The whole city glistened, alabaster white and silent except for the cheerful calls of people greeting each other as they snowshoed and skied around the neighbourhood, and the louder shouts of younger more daring citizens snowboarding down Holloway Street on what Drew Brown called “the island’s sickest ski jump.”1 For three days our neighbourhoods turned back into communities, people had time for each other and, well, a lot of people had a lot of fun. And then the cars were allowed back on the roads. Obviously, people had to get food and medical supplies and they had to get back to work. The nurses who did forty-hour shifts and the hotel workers who stayed on for days to look after people from out of town had to get home. Not every neighbourhood has a food store in walking distance and not everybody can walk even if theirs does. But that…
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